Letting go
It is time
Hopeless disappointments
Trusting is a
fragile thing
Living in clichés
Life happens for a
reason
It was meant to be
There is plan
Scattered in randomness
Drifting in the
wind
Grasping for breath
Underwater
That place
Where the sun
Can’t touch
Memories glorified
Reality is an
endless battle
Lies you told
yourself
The ones you
believed
Letting go
It is time
Floating in its
dark embrace
Where the sun can’t
reach
Even here hope is
subtle
Another empty cliché
What doesn’t kill
you
The plan shattered
Broken glass
Cutting with a
burning intensity
Grasping for air
The lies
You told yourself
The ones
You believed
Its time
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